Golden knife gate, the backyard of the palace, in the small courtyard of Suzhong.

The patio floor is paved with green bricks, a cluster of green bamboos is planted on the west side of the courtyard, and a large vat is placed on the east side. The tank is full of clear water, some unknown plants are planted, and a few swimming fish are swimming in the branches and leaves.

"Hmph, I don't care what your idea is, if you dare to be unfavorable to the Holy Aunt, I will never spare you." Green Bamboo Weng Yuan opened his eyes and stared at Su Chong, who was sitting opposite, and said viciously with his beard flying.

Su Zhong looked at the other party quietly, and he was not annoyed. As long as it doesn't touch his sword heart, there are few things that can make him feel superfluous.

He looked at the green bamboo Weng and waited for the other party to teach him to play the piano.

"How much do you know about Jean?" Lu Zhu Weng asked.

Su Zhong shook his head: "I don't know." ”

Green Bamboo Weng's eyes widened: "Don't know anything?!" ”

Su nodded in acknowledgement.

Lu Zhuweng showed an incredible look on his face: "If you are literate in reading, even if you don't know how to play the piano, you can finally know a little knowledge." Don't you even know a little bit of knowledge? ”

Su Chong nodded again.

"You, don't you feel ashamed?!" Seeing Su Chong's natural appearance, Luzhu Weng's angry fingers trembled.

"What have you been doing for more than ten years, gentleman six arts, you haven't dabbled in it at all?" Green Bamboo Weng asked repeatedly.

Su Chong's expression remained unchanged and he still nodded.

Green bamboo Weng didn't know what to say. In this era, anyone who reads and writes must have some understanding of the six arts of a gentleman. Even if you don't, you should know some basics. Just like Ling Hu Chong, a disciple of the martial arts faction, although he focuses on practice. But I also know some knowledge of the piano. Where is Su Zhong in front of him, he doesn't know anything.

"You don't even know how many strings the piano has, do you?" Green Bamboo Weng smiled angrily.

Su re-glanced at the guqin he had just taken out and said, "Seven." ”

Luzhu Weng happened to see this action, and immediately blew his beard and glared, and couldn't help but ask: "Are you a three-year-old baby or whatever, everyone knows that the piano has seven strings, you still have to take a look!" What have you been doing for more than ten years, eating for nothing. ”

Su Chong still looked at Lu Zhu Weng expressionlessly: "Practice swords!" ”

One sentence made Luzhu Weng speechless. How old is Su Chongcai, sixteen years old. But his martial arts, even Luzhu Weng himself didn't dare to say that he would win. This kind of martial arts is not just talent. It's hard to imagine the hardships involved.

Thinking of this, he held back the irritability in his heart and prepared to enlighten Su Zhong from scratch.

"Look, I'll talk about a song for you to see, and then we'll start from scratch." Lu Zhu Weng lamented in his heart, when will this be taught. The holy aunt was still waiting for news, and the green bamboo weng sighed and calmed down to play the piano.

The sound of the piano remembered, and the green bamboo Weng suddenly fell into it and couldn't extricate himself. The unpleasantness just now is gone. He is completely immersed in the sound. A song "Flat Sand and Falling Geese" popped up, the song was euphemistic and smooth, timeless and fresh, and wonderful.

The voice was light and elegant, Su Zhong listened quietly, his eyes staring at the constantly beating fingers of the green bamboo Weng.

"How?" At the end of the song, Lu Zhu Weng withdrew his thoughts from the music and smiled proudly.

"Not bad." Su Zhong opened his mouth and praised.

"Just good?" Luzhu Weng's eyes widened: "Have you seen anything better than what I talked about?" This should be very good. ”

Su Zhong was noncommittal: "Can you let me try?" ”

"You?" Luzhu Weng glanced at Su Chong and nodded in agreement. He felt very understanding of Su Chong's feelings. When you see something new, you always want to try it. Don't you know that the lyre is not something that can be mastered so easily. Green Bamboo Weng waited to see the joke, this young man who had always been indifferent was always on top. It's good to be a big ugly.

Su Zhong took the guqin and put it on the table, and was about to start playing.

Luzhu Weng sneered: "I can't put the piano, so I want to play the piano?" Put the piano, which is the wide end, and hang it outside the right side of the table. ”

Su Zhong set up as he said, stretched out his hand and began to play. At first, it was a little jerky, but as the playing progressed, it became more and more comfortable, and in the end, it turned out to be like a skilled piano player.

"You've never learned to play the piano?" At the end of the song, Lu Zhuweng's eyes widened and he was very angry: "You're playing me!" ”

Su Zhong put his hands on the strings, ignoring the green bamboo Weng, and carefully felt the feeling that the sound of the piano gave him. "The piano is a tool of heaven, earth and man, which can form the thoughts of human feelings, and can also reach the principle of heaven, earth and the universe. Yes, yes, it is really a good instrument to interpret heaven and earth. Su Zhong said excitedly.

Lu Zhu Weng also felt wrong at this time, and thought about it carefully. Suddenly shocked, Su Zhong actually repeated all his movements of playing the piano!

Su Chong was surprised to see Lu Zhuweng, and said lightly: "I forgot to tell you, I was born to never forget." All you need to do is play the basic fingering and give it to me how to read the notation. ”

Green Bamboo Weng: "......"

……

In the same small courtyard, Su Chong looked at Lin Pingdao, who was suppressing his excitement in front of him: "From today onwards, I will teach you "Twelve Swords of Death". ”

"Great." Lin Ping said excitedly.

"Don't rejoice too early, 'Twelve Swords of Death' is not so easy to learn." After Su Zhong finished speaking, he pulled it out and picked it up, and slashed it horizontally with a sword. The moves are simple, and there is nothing special about them from the outside.

"Do you see clearly?" Su Chongdao.

"See clearly." Lin Pingzhi was a little puzzled, such a simple swordsmanship was a life-killing swordsmanship?

"Practice! Meticulous practice! "Su cherishes words like gold.

"Yes." Lin Ping clenched his fists and drew his sword.

Thinking back to Su Chong's action just now, he slowly sharpened out a sword. At first, I didn't pay much attention to it, but after a long time, Lin Pingzhi's face became solemn.

With the same move, Su Chong's use is simple and natural. But in his hands, he couldn't sharpen the sword at all.

Sometimes the body is in the right position, but the sword can't be handed out; And by the time the sword was handed out, the body posture had been distorted.

I tried back and forth more than ten times, but I felt that I couldn't practice anything. In a hurry, while the long sword was sharpened, he forcibly controlled his body.

A sharp pain hit. "Ahh

Lin Ping screamed in pain, his hand loosened, and the long sword fell to the ground with a thud. Lin Pingzhi sat down on the ground, his face was pale, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Big brother, what's going on?" Lin Pingzhi endured the pain and said.

"This is "Twelve Swords of Death". The moves are simple, but they are closely related to the operation of internal forces. As long as there is a slight difference in cuò, the internal qi will immediately enter a fork in the road. If you continue to practice, you will only go crazy. Su Zhong said lightly.

"Ahh That's how to practice. Lin Pingzhi's face was bitter.

"Be patient and keep trying. "Twelve Swords of Death" is a family heirloom sword technique specially created by me. The most bizarre thing about this set of swordsmanship is that he doesn't look at a person's talent, but only whether a person is diligent or not. Only after ten years of continuous training can "The Twelve Swords of Death" be practiced to perfection. Once it is completed, it is the swordsmanship and internal force that are completed at the same time, and the advanced innate is advanced. Being able to practice the life-killing sword to the fullest level is enough to ensure the safety of the Lin family. Su Zhong said.

"Ten years? So long? Lin Ping grinned, bitter in his heart.

"Like me, it takes ten years to devote all the spirit of the server to swordsmanship. Like you, keep in touch at a fixed time every day, for twenty years. Su Zhong said coldly.

"Twenty years?" Lin Ping's face was surprised: "Twenty years to practice?" ”

"Twenty years." Su nodded emphatically.

Lin Pingzhi was sure that he had heard correctly, and only muttered in his heart: "For those twenty years, I might as well practice other martial arts." ”

"What martial arts ability guarantees you twenty years of advanced innate ability? "Twelve Swords of Death" can! Su Chong seemed to see what Lin Pingzhi was thinking.

"But it took twenty years to practice, and the daylilies are cold." Lin Pingzhi retorted in a low voice.

"Why are you practicing martial arts so early? Chivalrous and righteous? Demon Killer Guardian Road? Or is it for the sake of fame at a young age? Su Zhong said expressionlessly.

Lin Pingzhi's face froze, and Su Zhong said sarcastically and ruthlessly. This made him feel weird and at the same time, he couldn't refute it. Fame at a young age? Of course! Who doesn't want to be famous at a young age!

""The Twelve Swords of Death" is to prevent the younger generations of the Lin family from becoming famous at a young age." Su Zhong said suddenly.

Lin Ping's face was shocked: "Why?" ”

"Practicing swords at the age of six, twenty years is a success, and it will be nearly thirty years before there are children. The next 30 years will be busy raising the next generation. Just like reincarnation, only in this way can the continuity of the bloodline be ensured. Su Zhong said lightly.

Lin Pingzhi couldn't understand.

But Su Chong won't sue him. Only in his thirties, his heart is roughly mature, and this age is suitable for mastering this kung fu. will not be young and frivolous, and cause trouble and ruin the family inheritance.

"What if the offspring don't practice?" Lin Pingzhi's neck was red, he felt that this was a shackle, and he didn't dare to directly say that he didn't practice. But I have this kind of thinking.

Su Zhong smiled faintly.

The indignant Lin Pingzhi's heart trembled, Su Chong rarely smiled, but he looked exceptionally good when he smiled. But Lin Pingzhi was very afraid of Su Chongxiao.

"It's up to you, since you started practicing with me, you have to continue to practice swords. Haven't you appeared, your internal force has long been Huashan's internal strength? Su Zhong put away his smile and said indifferently.

"What?" Lin Pingzhi hurriedly operated the internal force, and sure enough, a cold internal force circulated in his body. The familiar warm and moist internal force disappeared without a trace. His face was pale, but he dared not speak in anger.

As if the blow to Lin Pingzhi was not enough, Su Chong continued: "I forgot to sue you." I have borrowed a lot of the content of the "Evil Warding Sword Spectrum" in the Death Sword, and you should know its cultivation conditions. So the Death Sword has some side effects. ”

"What side effects?" Lin Pingzhi suddenly had a bad premonition.

"In order to use some of the effects in the Sword Technique of Warding Off Evil Spirits, it is natural to avoid hidden dangers. The way I came up with was to close the essence so that I wouldn't get burned with lust. But the consequence of this is that anyone who cultivates the "Twelve Swords of Death" can only have the ability to give birth to heirs when they reach the end of their cultivation. ”

Su Chong's words were like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and Lin Pingzhi was stunned on the spot.

"So, you'd better practice your sword well. For the bloodline of the Lin family. After Su Zhong finished speaking, he turned around and left.

It took a while for Lin Pingzhi to react, and his face suddenly turned pale. He threw his sword on the ground and rushed out of the courtyard in anger, he wanted to find his mother to complain. With this kind of kung fu that threatens his heirs, he dares to tempt himself to practice? Mother will definitely punish him severely!

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